وَيَعْتادُنِي ذِكْراكَ في كُلِّ حالَةٍ

وَيَعْتادُنِي ذِكْراكَ في كُلِّ حالَةٍ

فَتَشْتَفُّنِي حَتّى تُهَيِّجَ وَسْواسِي

فَتَشْتَفُّنِي حَتّى تُهَيِّجَ وَسْواسِي

And the memory of you revisits me in every state,

Your memory occupies me in every state,

So it drains me utterly, until it stirs my troubled thoughts.

It quenches me until it stirs my worries,

وَأَشْتاقُكُمْ وَالْيَأْسُ بَيْنَ جَوانِحِي

وَأَشْتاقُكُمْ وَالْيَأْسُ بَيْنَ جَوانِحِي

وَأَبْرَحُ شَوْقٍ ما أَقامَ مَعَ ألْياسِ

وَأَبْرَحُ شَوْقٍ ما أَقامَ مَعَ ألْياسِ

And I long for you, while despair lies between my ribs;

And I yearn for you while despair lies in my soul,

And the most agonizing longing is that which abides with despair.

Remaining in passion as long as grief remains,

وَلَوْلا الرَّدى ما كانَ بِالعَيْشِ وَصْمَةٌ

وَلَوْلا الرَّدى ما كانَ بِالعَيْشِ وَصْمَةٌ

وَلَوْلا النَّوى ما كانَ بِالْحُبِّ مِنْ باسِ

وَلَوْلا النَّوى ما كانَ بِالْحُبِّ مِنْ باسِ

And were it not for death, there would be no blemish in life;

And if not for misfortune, life would have no connection,

And were it not for parting, there would be no distress in love.

And if not for purpose, love would have no intimacy.